Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.